Going back to the desert - arizona sun beat down Getting sick of my trubles - tired of this scuflling round Cos living in dead city - there ain't no peace around Saw a man on the corner holding out his hand No home nor money This ain't how he'd planned Rotting here in this dead city doin' the best he can Going back to the canyons - fish in a mountain stream Get a start with a new life - cut loose from all i'd been Get away from dead city where the police sirens scream There's blood on the sidewalk - another baby killed today All the gangs taking over and the drugs gonna be here to stay All the crime in dead city gonna take my life away Going back to the campgrounds and i hope it won't be long Let the earth be my mother - something to make me strong Get away from that dead city where they don't know right from wrong.